Cornstarch – Tablecloth – Cobblestones

Cornstarch on a great march
Against own will what will it take
From me too much to feel alive
A will to feel – A thing to strive

Have you seen what might will come
Uncertainty and the undone
My might fullfilled with all the loom
Cannot touch my golden throne

It falls in thousands of creases
Tablecloth down might disease it
is beautiful as my mind falls apart
One foot by foot yard by yard

Stumble tumble tumble here and there
Where is my thunder where is I care
I dont as I am in my slumber
Taking breaks as I dive under

Cobblestone in front of me
I fall again and break a knee
Not for myself I just fall
That’s it yes that’s all

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